How Your Heart Is Wired

My tongue is scaling the north face of your neck
And we're glaring like warriors
But I've a feeling you won't look at me that way
In the morning

‘Cause lately you seem less sure of this thing
You're like Bambi on ice
And there's something in the flash of your arms
A certain longing

Kick the can, I can't see you now
Behind that temper and ire
Mister wolf knows what time it is
He says it's dinner time

I don't know what you're carrying or how your heart is wired
But there's a dangerous ticking
I cut the red one

No, the blue one
I cut the red one
No, the blue one
I cut the red one

I cut the red one
I cut the blue one
Raking over the embers and what I come across
Raking over the embers and what I come across

Is that you, combing your hair?
Is that me, eating an egg?
And I’ll be there
I’ll be there
I’ll be there
Like John Boy is

My tongue is scaling the north face of your neck
And we're glaring like warriors
But I've a feeling you won't look at me that way
I've a feeling you won't look at me that way
I've a feeling you won't look at me that way
In the morning

(Is this how it goes
In these final throes?
Is this how it goes
In these final throes?)